You know one of the most exciting, happy things to me in all of WDW is sitting in a lovely restaurant with a plate of great food in front of me, a delicious cocktail next to the plate, and a nice little break from the parks for an hour or so.
The icing on the cake is if I can sit next to a table of kids, who are happily BEING kids: sticking a crayon in their ear, threading buttered ziti onto each prong of the fork, dropping a cherry tomato into their soda… you know the drill.
I love that!!!
Especially if the parents aren’t harrassing every move they make. Why, oh why, do some parents (or worse yet, some people at the next table!) think a kid is going to be able to sit quietly, use the right fork, keep their napkin in their lap and decline the crayons so they can listen to the conversation instead? Hellooooo? Delusional!
((Don’t get me wrong. I know there are cases where the kids get a little too wild or loud. But let’s face it. That is incredibly rare even in WDW. And when their parents shriek at them, while red-faced and angry, it is WAY more of a turn-off for the other guests, or at least for me. Plus it shows why the kids acted bad in the first place!))
My favorite moment during my first trip to WDW was once at the end of a day, when I saw a chubby baby on Main Street who was getting his first Mickey Bar. The mom took his little shirt off him, handed him the already-melting bar, and boy did that kid figure it out fast! He worked on that ice cream until it was all down his little round tummy, in his fuzzy hair, up his tiny nose. He had such a great time. Not once did the parents nag him about the mess. They just pulled a wipe out of the box when he was done, cleaned him up, put the shirt back on, and got back to the business of Main Street. I love parents like that! :wub:
Oh, and once at Bistro de Paris (which was widely known as the least kid-friendly of all WDW places!) we sat next to two little brothers who cheerfullly called each other “Big Fat Stupid” very quietly when their parents were focused on their own conversation. The boys would laugh so hard, recover, then do it all again. It was so darling!
And I love it when the CMs are cool with the kids too! A cheerfully replaced soda when the first has spilled makes for a nice lunch! And the kid hates sauce? Then of course, we can make it plain for him… it’s beautiful. :happy:
I mean, WDW attracts kids! The parents are there to help the kids enjoy – ((yeah, I know there are a ton of us “older children” who enjoy it as much if not more than our own kids do! LOL :laugh:))
Just wanted to say – I love that WDW has kids in restaurants, and I adore every wiggle, squeal and spill they make, and I think anyone who is annoyed by it is being a grump! :pirate: